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Wanderfool
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Milah froze once she shoved the carcass from her body, kneeling beside a tree as the three encroached strangers onto her land. Their intimidation just as tangible as the fear that her poor Nola felt, however Milah was smarter than to show concern for the girl. She was no hero. She was a survivor and well off horse breeder on the edge of Tavark. Steadying her breathing as the ring leader went on with his brutish rants of sexual malignancy, she slowly stood up against the burn of the cut on her thigh that now freely weeped scarlet. Backing up slowly as she eyed the man holding the crossbow, they weren't fools either as they stayed still and at a distance. Her heels hit the smaller bear's body when she stopped, her fingers twitching around the bow at her shoulder. Did they not realize she was out of arrows? Even if they hadn't, they would soon. There was a moment of silence as she held onto the bow, them waiting for her to drop it and her measuring how much time she had to come up with something.
The wiry one was becoming impatient, and she could see his primal needs burning to be fulfilled in his coal black eyes. This was the true nature of scum. Ssirm's angry braying could be heard as he kicked at his stall door repetitively, how Milah knew? She had raised each of those horses since they were fouls and Ssirm was her own. "I do see what you mean, and you look like such a lively lot." Milah's voice was a soprano pur as she tried to egg whatever feminine charm she could muster. "But I am regretted to say that I remain uninterested." Keeping her eyes trained on the ring leader, she deftly reached behind her and in a smooth transition she knocked the arrow, originally buried into the bear's leg, on her bow and sent it flying into Nola's heart. Milah would not allow them the satisfaction of making the poor girl suffer. Milah turned away from the sight of the poor girl's body jerking, her sobs choked silent, and the blood pouring from the arrow tainted with the bear's.
Wasting no time of her distraction, She bolted behind a tree as a bolt flew past her sending bark flying. Wincing from the very unpleasant pain in her leg, Milah pushed against the tree and sprinted across the field. Siellruk galloped past her and reared, his neigh loud and terrifying. He would serve as the second distraction that would get Milah to the stable doors. Breathless, Milah heaved the doors open and slipped inside before she shut them again. Taking a breath and wiping dried blood and tears from her vision she immediately went to work. The bear was no where to be seen and the stable stank of death and decay as the horses carcasses were beginning to decompose. Struggling a few times, Milah unlatched every horse stall before she reached Ssirm's. Climbing atop her beloved Stallion, she kissed his neck and patted his neck. The gesture soothing him and moving him to focus all at once.
As she sat atop her own horse looking at all the startled beasts move about, she felt her heart breaking. Never would she have thought today would be the day she would be forced to set her livelihood free, and kill her own apprentice to save her from rape and possibly murder. Without an order, Ssirm felt his mistress' desire to move forward behind the startled stampede. "This is it, Ssirm."
The wiry one was becoming impatient, and she could see his primal needs burning to be fulfilled in his coal black eyes. This was the true nature of scum. Ssirm's angry braying could be heard as he kicked at his stall door repetitively, how Milah knew? She had raised each of those horses since they were fouls and Ssirm was her own. "I do see what you mean, and you look like such a lively lot." Milah's voice was a soprano pur as she tried to egg whatever feminine charm she could muster. "But I am regretted to say that I remain uninterested." Keeping her eyes trained on the ring leader, she deftly reached behind her and in a smooth transition she knocked the arrow, originally buried into the bear's leg, on her bow and sent it flying into Nola's heart. Milah would not allow them the satisfaction of making the poor girl suffer. Milah turned away from the sight of the poor girl's body jerking, her sobs choked silent, and the blood pouring from the arrow tainted with the bear's.
Wasting no time of her distraction, She bolted behind a tree as a bolt flew past her sending bark flying. Wincing from the very unpleasant pain in her leg, Milah pushed against the tree and sprinted across the field. Siellruk galloped past her and reared, his neigh loud and terrifying. He would serve as the second distraction that would get Milah to the stable doors. Breathless, Milah heaved the doors open and slipped inside before she shut them again. Taking a breath and wiping dried blood and tears from her vision she immediately went to work. The bear was no where to be seen and the stable stank of death and decay as the horses carcasses were beginning to decompose. Struggling a few times, Milah unlatched every horse stall before she reached Ssirm's. Climbing atop her beloved Stallion, she kissed his neck and patted his neck. The gesture soothing him and moving him to focus all at once.
As she sat atop her own horse looking at all the startled beasts move about, she felt her heart breaking. Never would she have thought today would be the day she would be forced to set her livelihood free, and kill her own apprentice to save her from rape and possibly murder. Without an order, Ssirm felt his mistress' desire to move forward behind the startled stampede. "This is it, Ssirm."
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